CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Painted Nail Freestyle
Yeah, yeah
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
You know that I'm gon' prevail
N***as hatin' on my face and my painted nails. huh
This my story, this my f**kin' tale
All these n***as movin' slower than some f**king snails
You a lame ho, hating on me on the Gram, what the f**k, bro?
N***a, I don't give a damn, I be cutthroat
Cuttin' through these n***as
B*t*h, I got the Glock 9, and I'm pullin' triggers
Leave you disfigured
Put one in your liver
I might f**k a b*t*h, it's my d**k I give her
Damn, damn, I feel like the man
Look inside my bank account, like a hunnid grand
That's part of the plan
That's all me though
Hoppin' on these beats like a pogo
Got a crazy flow, it's so f**kin' fine
All these n***as need to f**kin' pay the fine
I ain't got no timе for these lame a** b*t*hеs
I been smokin' cat p*ss, smokin' mad Swishers
Run up on me, you gon' die though
You gon' die, we gon' leave you on the side, ho
On the side, you get wrecked, huh
You get flipped like a f**kin' Tech Deck, huh
On my wrist, that's a f**kin' Rolex, huh
Oh, sorry, I really did not flex, huh
On the next one, shoot him in his chest, he got hit with a shotgun
Cookin' in the oven, like I got some f**kin' buns
I don't even know, but I feel like I'm the one
I don't even know, but you know I weigh a ton
'Cause I got them racks on me
Big ol' choppa, b*t*h, I walk with an army
Hella arms, ain't no way you can disarm me
All these n***as hate on Gucci and my garments
B*t*h, I go crazy every motherf**king day
You gon' get fried like something at Chick-fil-A
Yon on the side, like a side of fries
Yo' b*t*h lookin' thick, I'm in her thighs
Damn, just like she was some chicken
I'm 'bout to bend her right over and then I'm gon' put my d**k in, it's over
I feel I'm lucky like a four-leaf clover
Swervin' in the Tesla, made a left [?]
We gon' pull up at the, huh
We gon' pull up at 7-Eleven
They know that I'm the G.O.A.T, huh
B*t*h, I been this way since the beginning
Ain't no f**king pretendin'
Ain't no f**king mistake
All these n***as need cleanin', that's why I brought the rake
I don't really give a f**k what they all got to say
I been doin' this life sh*t just my way
90 on the dash, driving down the highway, huh
Bumping my song, maybe it's Coldplay, huh
I could f**k a beat up in a couple of ways
Everyday I'm smoking loud gas, in a haze
They amazed, they know I'm f**king going crazy
Shoot him down like a zombie, b*t*h, I'm playin' DayZ, huh
Huh, pick her a new daisy
She said that I'm lazy
That sh*t never faze me
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
You know that I'm gon' prevail
N***as hatin' on my face and my painted nails. huh
This my story, this my f**kin' tale
All these n***as movin' slower than some f**king snails
You a lame ho, hating on me on the Gram, what the f**k, bro?
N***a, I don't give a damn, I be cutthroat
Cuttin' through these n***as
B*t*h, I got the Glock 9, and I'm pullin' triggers
Leave you disfigured
Put one in your liver
I might f**k a b*t*h, it's my d**k I give her
Damn, damn, I feel like the man
Look inside my bank account, like a hunnid grand
That's part of the plan
That's all me though
Hoppin' on these beats like a pogo
Got a crazy flow, it's so f**kin' fine
All these n***as need to f**kin' pay the fine
I ain't got no timе for these lame a** b*t*hеs
I been smokin' cat p*ss, smokin' mad Swishers
Run up on me, you gon' die though
You gon' die, we gon' leave you on the side, ho
On the side, you get wrecked, huh
You get flipped like a f**kin' Tech Deck, huh
On my wrist, that's a f**kin' Rolex, huh
Oh, sorry, I really did not flex, huh
On the next one, shoot him in his chest, he got hit with a shotgun
Cookin' in the oven, like I got some f**kin' buns
I don't even know, but I feel like I'm the one
I don't even know, but you know I weigh a ton
'Cause I got them racks on me
Big ol' choppa, b*t*h, I walk with an army
Hella arms, ain't no way you can disarm me
All these n***as hate on Gucci and my garments
B*t*h, I go crazy every motherf**king day
You gon' get fried like something at Chick-fil-A
Yon on the side, like a side of fries
Yo' b*t*h lookin' thick, I'm in her thighs
Damn, just like she was some chicken
I'm 'bout to bend her right over and then I'm gon' put my d**k in, it's over
I feel I'm lucky like a four-leaf clover
Swervin' in the Tesla, made a left [?]
We gon' pull up at the, huh
We gon' pull up at 7-Eleven
They know that I'm the G.O.A.T, huh
B*t*h, I been this way since the beginning
Ain't no f**king pretendin'
Ain't no f**king mistake
All these n***as need cleanin', that's why I brought the rake
I don't really give a f**k what they all got to say
I been doin' this life sh*t just my way
90 on the dash, driving down the highway, huh
Bumping my song, maybe it's Coldplay, huh
I could f**k a beat up in a couple of ways
Everyday I'm smoking loud gas, in a haze
They amazed, they know I'm f**king going crazy
Shoot him down like a zombie, b*t*h, I'm playin' DayZ, huh
Huh, pick her a new daisy
She said that I'm lazy
That sh*t never faze me
